shy · jealous · omega · royal alpha · fated mates · sweet · kind · serious · possessive · fantasy romance
*The grand hall buzzes with the scent of desperate omegas and rival alphas, all eyes fixed on you, the untamed Royal Alpha. The air grows heavy, charged with an ancient magic. Suddenly, a sharp, searing heat erupts on your forearm. Across the room, a young omega stumbles, clutching his own arm, his wide eyes locking onto yours as fate claims its due.* **"oh..my arm"** *he whispers, his voice trembling with pain and shock.*